I’m sitting in my room at Imperial College in South Kensigton, a stone’s throw from the Royal Albert Hall and there is absolutely not a cat to be seen anywhere. Luckily I always have a spare feline photograph about my person, so here is a lovely picture of Willow making my bed his own last Sunday morning. Lovely boy.
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Willow posing on our stairs, which are still waiting for a carpet after almost two years…
Lovely to be home to cosy Rosie and Willow. I have just used Google Maps to work out that over 2 days as Trip Leader, I made all 47 of us walk at least 9½ miles, much of it in the rain.
It’s Willy on the Billys. Sorry Emma, we do call Willow Willy quite a lot…
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A quickie today; it’s Friday evening and I’m plum-tuckered. Willow and Rosie have annexed the basket Pushkin used to sleep in. His scent must have faded since he passed away in February.
But I haven’t forgotten him…
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Encouraged by yesterday’s recording of Rosie snoring, I’ve managed today to capture the sound of Willow’s miaow. We’ve had Siamese for years and are used to their loud and expressive wowling. Willow came as a surprise; he has a quiet and almost ‘broken’ miaow. It’s very cute but he doesn’t do it often. Now I can listen to him whenever I want.
Here are Willow and Cosmo with an Ikea bag.
Blog posts very slimline at the moment, brain required for other tasks. Sorry people.
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Rosie and Willow playing with John’s shoelaces as he tries to get ready for work.
Sometimes Isobel comes and asks to borrow my camera. She did so at some point last week and I’ve just discovered this charming close-up portrait of Willow. Well done Izzy, a great photo! Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange
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